Nothing can make me feel better now, except cocaine.
You achieve the surreal jokes through the realism by making it elastic.
I need a healthy injection of cynicism right now.
Cooking? Oh we were great, you'd take anything and melt cheese on it, and the one who could guess what it was didn't have to wash up!
You exaggerate your own reactions.
I quite fancy the 1940s. I like the trams and the trousers.